A distinctive thing about her is that for every scent, there is a memory. She walks past a tray of butter cookies and feels tears come to her eyes because once upon a time, a boy she loved baked her these and kissed her gently with cookies crumbs still on her lips. She presses her fingers to the leaves of a blueberry bush and remembers a time when ( Read more... )

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Take a chance. Go on, take a chance and lean forwards. You steal a kiss from the girl you've loved forever and a day and she smiles at you, gentle eyes the colour of the sea. You look at his hand clasped in yours and you see maybe-eternity but not really because oceans separate hearts and you know that time is fleeting. So take a chance, go ahead ( Read more... )

You're the one to stay behind a few extra minutes, removing post-it notes from the whiteboard and putting away the forgotten paperclips. You wander behind the desk of your captain and wonder quietly at the coffee mug stain - so perfectly uniform, so round and discrete that you are surprised every single time. All you need is love, sings the radio ( Read more... )

You settle into the towering stacks and it's a little bit nostalgic. You read titles by Enid Blyton and there is a small fluttering within your chest that tells you this is innocence. Baby's breath and bluebells and skirts with gingham patterns. Kazuo Ishiguro and Chaucer and Dante's Inferno and you wonder is that castle meant to mean something? A ( Read more... )

He is long lines and a smile that goes straight to your heart. His hips move as if to music, broad shoulders filling out a red-checked shirt. You watch his hands flutter about with his words and you can't seem to concentrate on what he is saying because those fingers mesmerise. He's beautiful in the way you've only ever associated with sun-kissed ( Read more... )

Belief is a powerful thing for us. As a child, you believe that the colour green is much better to draw with than red because green is the colour of sun-dappled moss, of that lovely dress you've seen your mother smile in. As a teenager you believe that smoking is cool, that lung cancer will never affect you because you're more than invincible, and ( Read more... )

It's the way he orders his coffee, I think. Soy cappucino, no sugar and easy on the chocolate, sugar. All tip-toe words and requests too quiet to be noticed. He drawls his words in a lazy indulgent sprawl, brown eyes gentle and slender fingers even gentler. It's the way he holds the cup, seeking warmth from round smooth curves and it's ridiculous ( Read more... )

She giggles over the steaming cup of tea, wrinkling her nose at the scent of lemon and bergamot. She laughs at the tea that isn't hers - it actually belongs to the man in the felt hat who is getting a newspaper from the window counter, but he is not here and sometimes that is all the difference between black and white. Tie a knot, they'll sever it ( Read more... )

Small snippet that popped into my head while watching a movie.

Warning: Slash content (male/male, etcetcetc)

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